the same instant there was a heavy plunge in the water beside the
strange canoe, and the victim sank. Next moment one end of the sack
rose to the surface. Both Harold and Disco made straight towards it,
but it sank again, and the two murderers paddled to the shore, on which
they drew up their canoe, intending to take to the bush, if necessary,
for safety.
Once again the sack rose not more than three yards from Disco's canoe.
The bold seaman knew that if it disappeared a third time there would be
little chance of its rising again. He was prompt in action, and daring
to recklessness. In one moment he had leaped overboard, dived, caught
the sack in his powerful grasp, and bore it to the surface. The canoe
had been steered for him. The instant he appeared, strong and ready
hands laid hold of him and his burden, and dragged them both inboard.
"Cut the lashin's and give him air," cried Disco, endeavouring to find
his clasp-knife; but one of the men quickly obeyed the order, and opened
the sack.
A groan of horror and pity burst from the seaman when he beheld the
almost insensible form of a powerful negro, whose back was lacerated
with innumerable ragged cuts, and covered with clotted blood.
"Where are the--"
He stopped short on looking round, and, observing that the two men were
standing on the shore, seized a double-barrelled gun. The stream had
carried the canoe a considerable distance below the spot where the
murder had been attempted, but they were still within range. Without a
moment's hesitation Disco took deliberate aim at them and fired.
Fortunately for him and his party Disco was a bad shot--nevertheless the
bullet struck so close to the feet of the two men that it drove the sand
and pebbles into their faces. They turned at once and fled, but before
they reached the cover of the bushes the second barrel was fired, and
the bullet whistled close enough over their heads greatly to accelerate
their flight.
The negroes opened their great round eyes, and appeared awe-struck at
this prompt display of a thirst for vengeance on the part of one who had
hitherto shown no other disposition than hilarity, fun, and good-humour.
Harold was greatly relieved to observe Disco's failure, for, if he had
hit either of the fugitives, the consequences might have been very
disastrous to their expedition.
On being partially revived and questioned, it turned out that the poor
fellow had been whipped almost to death
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